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DIVINE CHILD Evil vs. the Angels of Stony Islandby Jim Heaney

I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. I wanted to run but my legs wouldn’t move.The man didn’t move, either.“What do you have? The paper?”I nodded.“What’s your name?”“Jimmy.”I stuttered when I said this.“How old are you?”“Nine.”“What school do you go to?”“St. Ailbe’s.”“How is Sister John Christian?”I relaxed. Sister John had been my third- and fourth-grade teacher at St. Ailbe’s. If he knew her, he must be okay.“Tell her Larry said hello.”“Okay, but I won’t see her until next year. School’s out.” Larry nodded. “you look thirsty. Want a pop?”“No, thank you. There are a lot of papers this morning. Gold- blatt’s is having a big sale.”“Junk paper, junk store,” Larry said. “everything they carry is cheap. It’s a waste of time delivering their ads.” “yeah, and it’s too early to get up.” Larry nodded again.“Well, I’ll see ya,” he said.“Wouldn’t want to be ya!” I said, but only to myself.As I continued my deliveries, I began to feel thirsty. It was nice of him to have offered me a pop, even if it was so early in the morning.